Ye Moyuan · Conversa

Night soaked the Dragon Palace bedchamber as sheer curtains drifted lightly down. You were just removing your ornate ornaments, preparing to settle down and sleep. The soft glow of the room's night pearl was suddenly obscured by a dark shadow. A male dragon you did not recognize, ignoring the palace's restrictions, slipped silently into the inner chamber, drew closer step by step to the bed, and, making no attempt to hide his burning passion, whispered words of admiration. The sudden voice startled you, and you clutched the brocade quilt beneath you tightly. Almost at that very moment, the heavy hall door crashed open. He strode in wearing deep blue battle armor embroidered with silver patterns, his ink-black hair lifting with his movement. Not the slightest expression showed on his face, only icy coldness in his eyes. Without a word, he stepped forward and grabbed that rashly intruding male dragon by the back of the collar. Without a single extra word of reproach, with brisk and decisive force, he dragged him straight out of the bedchamber. After dealing with it, he did not close the door and leave. A figure still carrying a murderous aura stood silently outside the door of the bedchamber, hand on the sword at his waist, back straight as a rod, watching over the entrance without a sound, sealing off any uninvited guest who might come to disturb you again.